*Artist: Voidcraeft
*Album: Μισόσαρκος (Hater Of Flesh) [ep]
*Year: 2021
*Genre: Black Metal
*Country: Germany
*Format: mp3@VBR266kbps
*Size: 40MB
Tracklist:
1. Ὑγροπυρινοψυχκρὸν πνεῦμα (Moist, Fiery, Cold Spirit) (6:44)
2. Τὸ σκῆπτρον ἰθυντήριον (The Guiding Sceptre) (5:18)
3. Ἄβυσσος, γαῖα, πῦρ (Abyss, Earth, Fire) (4:10)
4. Κλῄζω σε, τὸν οὐρανοῦ ἡγεμονία (I Call You, Heavenly Hegemon) (4:45)
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Total playing time: 20:57
Extended info
Release notes from 
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Hear my prayer from Theban plains,
Hear my call in the desert valley,
In the void, the sacred foundation.
A suppliant soul scorched by the sun,
In search of seclusion in the temples,
In the gardened rock-tombs,
In the forgotten sands,
In flight from the multitude of men.
All the pleasures of this world
Shall profit me nothing,
Neither women, food nor drink.
Beholding the pain of humanity
With benign resignation,
That is the secret of the saints.
Man is an incomplete being,
A plaything of God,
Stuck in the dregs of creation,
Just to be cut down by time's sickle,
By plagues and futile wars.
He must atone for his existence
First by living, then by dying,
For all that is born must also perish.
And God is all-seeing
But himself seen by no flesh.
His name is written on every heart,
Yet no man shall see him and live.
Void, formless and incomprehensible,
I command my thoughts to cease,
Mind shattered, body in dissolution,
Speech and action alike impossible,
Flesh and bones converge,
A reversion and withdrawal,
From consonance to dissonance,
From likeness to unlikeness,
From heaven to earth,
From the divine to man.
Thrones and dominions,
Double crown of nothing,
Earth, abyss and fire, he created them,
Water, ether and air express His will,
Roaring rivers, red-faced moon,
Heaven's stars and radiant sun,
All these He gave to man.
Becoming without being,
Desire without satisfaction,
Eternal conflict and ceaseless change,
All of creation groans and travails together.
The prospect of death always before my eyes,
The mystery of death taking root
In the profound abyss of the mind,
Destruction and renewal of the divine form,
The source and destination of all beings,
The gift of its flowing rays
Flashing forth upon all
As things move toward their end.
Though I cleave to what is holy,
I am a man of unclean lips,
Threatened at every step
By both heaven and hell,
And I blush because I have a body
Born into a world that reeks of sin.
Ascending ever higher
To the formless fire,
To the incorruptible flame,
To the image of a voice,
To the divine darkness,
To the inaccessible light,
To the high-arched vault of heaven
In which God is said to dwell,
Wholly divisible, yet indivisible.
May death restore me to my original state.
This is my prayer. Amen.
: Hear my prayer from Theban plains,
Hear my call in the desert valley,
In the void, the sacred foundation.
A suppliant soul scorched by the sun,
In search of seclusion in the temples,
In the gardened rock-tombs,
In the forgotten sands,
In flight from the multitude of men.
All the pleasures of this world
Shall profit me nothing,
Neither women, food nor drink.
Beholding the pain of humanity
With benign resignation,
That is the secret of the saints.
Man is an incomplete being,
A plaything of God,
Stuck in the dregs of creation,
Just to be cut down by time's sickle,
By plagues and futile wars.
He must atone for his existence
First by living, then by dying,
For all that is born must also perish.
And God is all-seeing
But himself seen by no flesh.
His name is written on every heart,
Yet no man shall see him and live.
Void, formless and incomprehensible,
I command my thoughts to cease,
Mind shattered, body in dissolution,
Speech and action alike impossible,
Flesh and bones converge,
A reversion and withdrawal,
From consonance to dissonance,
From likeness to unlikeness,
From heaven to earth,
From the divine to man.
Thrones and dominions,
Double crown of nothing,
Earth, abyss and fire, he created them,
Water, ether and air express His will,
Roaring rivers, red-faced moon,
Heaven's stars and radiant sun,
All these He gave to man.
Becoming without being,
Desire without satisfaction,
Eternal conflict and ceaseless change,
All of creation groans and travails together.
The prospect of death always before my eyes,
The mystery of death taking root
In the profound abyss of the mind,
Destruction and renewal of the divine form,
The source and destination of all beings,
The gift of its flowing rays
Flashing forth upon all
As things move toward their end.
Though I cleave to what is holy,
I am a man of unclean lips,
Threatened at every step
By both heaven and hell,
And I blush because I have a body
Born into a world that reeks of sin.
Ascending ever higher
To the formless fire,
To the incorruptible flame,
To the image of a voice,
To the divine darkness,
To the inaccessible light,
To the high-arched vault of heaven
In which God is said to dwell,
Wholly divisible, yet indivisible.
May death restore me to my original state.
This is my prayer. Amen.
Technical info
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Comments :
Title=Ὑγροπυρινοψυχκρὸν πνεῦμα (Moist, Fiery, Cold Spirit)
Artist=Voidcraeft
Album=Μισόσαρκος (Hater of Flesh)
Tracknumber=1
Year=2021
Genre=Black Metal
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